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The Zen master
Henry had reached Zen mode. It felt perfect: meaningful yet light. “Dad, have you seen Tom’s Switch?” And that was about it. The question pulled him back to his bedroom in an instant. His teenage daughter was standing in front of him, with her arms crossed, annoyed. He made sure he had locked the door, although he had been suspecting for a while that the kids had been messing with the locks. “Lisa, I would think you are old enough to get a hint. Like your father sitting alone, in his bedroom, with the door locked.” Realizing how odd that sounded, Henry quickly added:“Ask your twin brothers. Y...
THE DUMB KING
They called it the Dump. It was a tract of land the size of Rhode Island filled to the brim with trash as far as the horizon could accommodate. Upkeep was long forgotten since the War of Inversions reduced any sign of civilization to ashes and made mincemeat out of history. Some say there was a victor in the War of Inversions, the rest didn’t know because they were unable to discern a lightbulb from a leg of lamb. The Smarties, they called them, were extinct, leaving their mental underlings to procure the mantle of statecraft, but even that failed to avert humanity’s inclination toward...
Unluck of the draw
I was born on a planet with the highest self-interest per capita in the whole universe. A society built on handshakes with fistful of dollars and whispers in luxury hallways by people who has truth-proof ears. The only thing that I think keeps the universe intact, the stars shining, the world spinning and make all living things going is causalitwww.onedoor.ccy and pure physics. But some living things have managed to add something more to its dependency than just this. What we think drives humanity, in our oblivious way of thinking, living and breathing, is symbols. And one symbol in particular: The dollar s...
The Rift
In New Hampshire, when the leaves begin to change, the trees appear to be alight with flame, the somber bronzes and ambers glinting in the falling sun. The peaceful atmosphere–with the gentle hoots of waking owls and the muted whine of the cicadas–contrasted the panic and chaos soon to occur within an inn far from the hustle and bustle of Rochester. The air, cool with the premonition of oncoming winter, would soon be filled with tension, as a group of men led another through the dimly lit halls of this majestic old manor.The failing daylight streamed through the windows of an old dining room,...